An elven prince out on the land
took the fight to an evil band,
growing large out in the streets,
he impaled the demon in the heat.
The gods looked down from up above
to see the prince covered in blood
and thought his courage merited a place
in Valhalla between a space.
The prince travelled a bridge of light
to the plane that honors a fight,
to rest his head in a marvelous bed,
amongst a crowd of the honored dead.
But something there was not right.
The Dark Lord hid there out of sight.
Someone had deemed him a heroic son
and gave him a place with the heroic ones.
The elven prince could not tolerate this sham
and woke to anger with his righteous hand
and took the Dark Lord from a wall
and cast him out so he would fall.
Fall back to earth where he would stand
the justice of existence's hand.
Once again the light has come
and done away with an evil one.